Kassandra
It is empty. And quiet - so, so quiet. She feels at odds with the silence, like something is missing. Taken, maybe?
But she had been given this body and this mind, she realizes. She opens her eyes and her world grows bigger. Still quiet though, the only sound a dull hum surrounding them.
Them. There are others. She takes in her surroundings, studying the beings positioned around her. They are being cloaked - cloaked in magic and shining colors.
She looks down at her own form. She herself is being draped in a suit. It is a soft orange with a brighter shade falling down the front and back of her legs. Gold embellishments are everywhere, lining her limbs and molding into her boots, belt, and armor.
Watching the ensemble flow onto her body feels like something filtering through her mind. Information. Purpose. She knows who she is; she knows why she is.
With the others, she steps forward. She takes a moment to gather her thoughts, as few as they are. Eventually, she makes her way over to one of her fellow passengers who bows to her in greeting.
The individual uses motions rather than words, but she knows what is being asked.
What is your name?
“I am Kassandra.”